RUMI POEM # ON THE DAY I DIE #

I’m standing in a kind of church, there are many people around. Suddenly two Amazonian rain forest women are standing in front of me. Their bodies are painted white. Their faces are also painted white in the tradition of Las Dias De Las Muertos (Day of the Dead), but decorated with colourful flowers petals. Whilst they’re smiling so gently to me with their peaceful eyes, I recognise them as Ma and Johanna. After I've recognised them they run away hand in hand. Nobody else saw them, nor did they show themselves to anyone else. I wasn't to sad as their hello and goodbye had filled me with a warm and loving feeling. They'd shown me that they were together again and free of pain…

I dreamed this 6 nights before my sister Johanna past away. I was with her when she did.
I felt our mother the night before my sister died in the hospital room, 
letting me know that she came to collect her soon.

# In memory of my mother  Jeanne 1-4-2011//1-4-2016
and my sister Johanna Maria 20-12-2011// 20-12-16 #

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On the day I die, when I'm being

carried away toward the grave, don't weep.

Don't say, " He's gone! He's gone!"

Death has nothing to do with going away.


The sun sets and the moon sets,

but they have not gone.

Death is a coming together.

The tomb looks like a prison,

but it's really release

into Union


The human seed goes down in the ground

like a bucket into the well where Joseph is.

It grows and comes up full

of some un-imagined beauty.


Your mouth closes here

and immediately opens

with a shout of joy there.


Rumi~ 43 Odes ~ Versions by Coleman Barks